Forty Years Among the Indians: A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the nativesJones, Daniel W. (Daniel Webster)
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Forty Years Among the Indians: A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the natives
Jones, Daniel W. (Daniel Webster)
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.); Indians of North America; Latter Day Saint pioneers -- Biography
Bro. Heywood was still with us. All at once we heard a strange noise
resembling human voices down the road. Bro. Heywood rushed out
exclaiming, "Here comes our supper." The voices were loud and in an
unknown tongue. Bro. H. came back a little frightened saying there
was something strange going on down the road. Several of us, taking
our arms, started in the direction of the noise. On getting nearer we
recognized the voices. The Magraw party under Jesse Jones was making
another effort to get through with their coaches; they had got stuck in
a snow drift and the noise we heard was Canadian Frenchmen swearing at
their mules. We helped them out and guided them into the fort. It was a
bitter cold night but we had good houses with rousing fires.
After unhitching and turning out Jesse said, "I am glad to get here." I
replied, "I am as glad to see you." "Why are you so glad to see us?" he
asked. I told him we had not a mouthful of anything to eat, nor had we
tasted food that day. "Then what are you stopping here for?" I replied,
"We were waiting for you to bring our supper." He laughed and said,
"Well you shall have it if it takes the last bite we have got." He gave
to our cook all of his provisions. About ten o'clock twenty-six hungry
men sat down to about as thankfully a received supper as was ever
partaken of by mortal man.
In January when this party passed through to Platte bridge, I sent word
by them to the mountaineers there that we would pay a good price for
meat brought to us. Two of the best hunters, Messrs. Maxim and Plant,
made the attempt to get us meat, but failed, almost starving themselves
on the hunt. They never reached our fort but returned to their homes on
the Platte.
When Jesse Jones left us going down we had but little provisions on
hand. Maxim and Plant's failure to reach us with food caused the people
at Platte bridge to suppose we had all perished. Jesse told me he fully
expected to find our skeletons.
Some may ask why we did not leave. There was no time during the winter
but what the attempt would have been certain death to some of us. The
company at no time was strong enough to make the trip to Platte bridge,
neither did we wish to abandon our trust that we had accepted with our
eyes wide open to the perils around us.
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